Thursday, February 26, 2015

I can barely believe that Mikey is almost 12 years old. Where has the time gone? How can this be?
When I look at him, I try not think of his age but every once in a while the thoughts creep in. I literally have to stop myself from thinking about it.

Monday, December 1, 2014

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Being an advocate for Animal Rights can get lonely sometimes. There are times when it just feels so impossible to ever make a change, it's easy to get discouraged.
But then something happens like yesterday, I get an email from a high school teacher who wants to use some of my work in her classroom...she is discussing animal abuse and the treatment of animals in general.
It's within these moments that I know that even though I am only one person I can still help create change. This teacher will be speaking to a classroom of students...that is so amazing because this is where our words and our hearts will count the most because those kids are the future and what they learn today about the rights of animals will determine how animals will live tomorrow.

It makes my heart smile to know that we have Teachers out there who are teaching our children to respect ALL living things....

Sunday, June 22, 2014

If there is one thing that you should never say to me when it comes to Mikey or any cat it would have to be "Oh, he is just a cat".

"Just a cat" is a term many people use but they rarely use it around me, especially when they are talking about my Mikey but it has happened a time a two.My response is always more than they want to hear but I usually make them suffer through it anyway. LOL

I have no problem telling people that Mikey is my best friend, not ever. Some people totally get it and have no problem with it at all but then there are others who give me that 'you are a crazy cat lady look' which usually makes me want to prove how crazy I really am...about Mikey. People who do not appreciate cats usually don't like to hear about them and when I am talking with People like this and they decide to shrug Mikey off as any kind of "real friend" he could possibly be....I have to set them straight.If my best friend was human there would never be any kind of shrug at all or even if my best friend was a dog, that would be acceptable to all as well...but a cat...and then they roll their eyes.

Let me just say this to those people...... (and you know who you are)

When I wake up in the middle of the night and I am finding it hard to breathe...reaching for Mikey and finding him there has literally made the difference

When I wake up in the morning to his beautiful Meow (loud as it is) I am ready to start my day with a smile

When I am scared....his fur has been my favorite hiding place too many times to count.

When I walk in from being gone for even a few minutes....I get greeted like he hasn't seen me in ages, I get head rubs and purrs and let me tell you...it's very difficult to feel unloved around him and there is something to be said for that.

When we play hide and seek and his eyes turn all black when he is doing the seeking....I get totally into it and I am ready to play

When I am having a rough day and all seems to be a mess...he shows up at that moment and he makes it better

He has never hurt me

He has never left me

He looks for me

He follows me around just to be near me

And when I look at him and we make eye contact...he meows every single time. Do I know what he is saying? Absolutely. He is saying that I am his best friend too.

Oh, and he is saying that I should tell all you people who think he is 'only a cat'...to bite me.

Monday, April 21, 2014

The past couple of months have been so full of joy. We have loved having them every single day since they were born. We are looking for people who will now love them every single day for the rest of their lives. If you are interested in adopting one of these special kittens please fill out our short application below.

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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

She is so beautiful.The very first time I saw her at the park was many months before we rescued her. I could not approach her, no one could. I knew I would need to use my trap if I had any hope of getting her to go with me if I chose to try.Time went by and the next thing I know, she is pregnant and my friend was concerned for her safety. It was time though that last day at the park when she finally came home with me but a trap was not needed.Call it a mother's love or some work on my friends part for taming her a bit with food all I know is that on every other day that I had ever seen her, approaching her was not an option. LOLI have been down the feral cat rescue road many many times and know full well what an uncooperative feral can act like....it's not pretty sometimes. LOLOn that day though, she stood there, so very pregnant and ready to have kittens soon it seemed. I reached down and picked her up and put her in a carrier and she never let out a peep. She behaved herself the entire car ride home with maybe a meow or two. I was ready for the chaos when I let her into the bathroom (because I have seen the chaos that can be) but that didn't happen. She accepted our help and she actually seemed grateful.It took a lot of guts for her to allow me to pick her up and take her home that day...a lot of guts. But I convinced that she knew I would not hurt her and she needed help. Since that day we have been trusted not only with her but with her beautiful babies as well. We all watched as she gave birth, she welcomed us. I don't know what goes on in a mama cats head in her position but I know what it's like to have a child and to want to protect them and want what is best for them, I have recognized this feeling in her. She took a gamble that day, I could have been a monster but she took it for the good of her babies. I am really proud to call Mitsi my friend and it touches my heart that she considers us her friends as well. She is a good Mama and very special cat.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Sissy is Mikey's Sister, his litter mate.She is different than Mikey in almost every way. She stays in the background always, never asking for much and she is very shy with people but not with me. I call Sissy my scaredy cat because she rarely leaves my bedroom.She sleeps on my pillow every single night, it's the only demand she has but she says it politely. Don't let that kid ya though because she talks ALL the time....if I talk to her first, she will keep a conversation going as long as I do.Sissy is not the "Rockstar" in the family like her brother Mikey is but she has her own place within me that only belongs to her. She has been along on this journey every step of the way and she is also my friend...

I would like to do it again please.I want to wake up and find his warm tiny body under my covers, still damp from being born (that's where his birth mother put he and the rest of the litter) Instead of being a bit bothered by her putting them in my bed, I would like to whisper in my ear "Remember everything about this moment because one day there will be little that is more important"And the day that I discovered that he couldn't hear, instead of feeling sorry, I would be grateful...because this fact alone would soon save my life. It would become a purpose when I felt my real purpose had died with my new born son.

He has continued to give me reasons since that day.

I have no regrets with Mikey at all but I wish that I could just do it all again just to enjoy him even more because being with him makes me enjoy everything, even myself. I smile more because of him, I laugh so much.He has grown into this extension of me, our lives are so in sync, our souls entwined.